Hello everyone, how are you? *waves, sees the tomatoes flying and hides* I know its been a long long time, and I'm so sorry for that. I truly am, but the truth is that I lost my muse and never could finish this story. Alessandra of Troy was started when I was in school, I barely knew how to write or how to speak english (I still don't know very well, lmao) but now time has passed, I wrote some things in the meantime (most of them one-shots of fandoms that I like and a crossover of HP and Got that is in the process of writing), but Alessandra of Troy was here always looking at me trying to force me to finish it and I'm determined to do that. So some days ago I opened google docs, watched a little bit of the movie and when I realized the writing was flowing and this chapter was finished, as well as two others that are in the process of translation and editing! I'm not sure if anyone is still interested in this story, but if there is... I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, my writing has changed and so Alessandra and Achilles may also have changed a little, but I hope you like it anyway. Again I'm so very sorry, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Hours later, when the moon was still high in the sky and the sounds of night kept them company, the young woman blessed by the gods took the discarded sword on the floor and put it back on her waist where it belonged.
With a lump in her throat and indecision in her body, Alessandra approached her horse that was waiting nearby. He looked at her with an almost judgmental look (if that was possible), neighed and hit his hoof on the floor, snorting softly through his large nostrils when she stroked his neck. She was about to mount Thunder, when the sound of a throat being cleared was heard behind her making her stop abruptly, paralyzed in her place. She bit her lip slightly, before turning and looking in the direction of the sound with eyebrows raised in question.
"Leaving so soon?" Achilles asked with a malicious smile, sitting on the floor with his back against a rock. His strong hands played with a dagger, and the moonlight illuminated his blond hair almost turning it silver.
"I have to go." Alessandra simply said turning back towards the horse.
"You could stay."
"You know I can't." She replied coldly.
"Come here." Alessandra looked at him, and when he saw her uncertain eyes he let out a loud breath. "Come here, I won't bite."
That was enough to make an amused smile spread on the girl's lips involuntarily. Mentally she slapped herself. "I have marks on my body that say otherwise."
Achilles laughed, loud and deep, his blue eyes bright with pride. Men, thought Alessandra. Even so, she did not fulfill his request, she did not yield to his command and waited instead. Achilles saw that she had no intention of joining him, whispering something. He rose resignedly, put the dagger away, and approached her slowly.
When they were inches apart, there were no words. Thunder snorted grazing nearby, the leaves danced in the night wind and the stars and moon shone in the sky, the only witnesses to what had happened.
After a moment, Achilles moved quickly, enveloping Alessandra's body by pulling her with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other going up her arm, up her neck and caressing her face. His thumb played with her fat lower lip while the man held her prisoner in his embrace, with her pressed against his strong chest. "Will I see you again?"
"Probably on the battlefield." Alessandra replied.
"I don't want to be your enemy, princess."
"It is what we are."
"Not here." Achilles told her. "Not tonight."
"Not here." She repeated.
They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the cool night breeze in each other's arms.
"You have beautiful eyes." Finally, Achilles praised.
Alessandra burst out laughing, her entire face litting up. It was good to see her smile, he thought. And it really was. Alessandra didn't seem to have many moments to be happy lately, not with the war on her doorstep caused by her spoiled brother and his antics with a married woman who brought death with her. It was strange that it was Achilles, a Myrmidon, a Greek who literally came there to conquer Troy and kill her brothers in arms that made her smile and laugh for the first time in a long time.
"You already slept with me, Greek, you don't need to give me false praises."
"A beautiful woman always deserves it. Is it true what they say? That Ares blessed you in the arts of war and that is why your eyes have shades of red?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She teased.
Achilles raised a blonde eyebrow maliciously after hearing her answer. "And maybe if I praise you enough we can do it again tonight." He confessed, laughing.
This made the smile that Alessandra had on her beautiful lips disappear completely and she moved away.
"Achilles, this will not happen again."
"Why not?"
"You know we can't, we succumb to lust after a battle where we could have died. It's normal, but that doesn't mean it's right."
The man scoffed, also turning away from her, with an expression of fury on his face. "What happened here was nothing like that, and you know it. The way you groaned my name was not just because you succumbed to lust, as you said. "
Alessandra's cheeks caught fire, but her eyes filled with anger. "We are enemies, when the sun rises again in the sky I will kill your friends, your companions, men who you may have known your whole life. Their lives will end by my hands and my sword."
"And I will kill yours, daughter of Troy, but that does not mean that I want to see you as an enemy."
"But that is what we are."
"Perhaps..." Achilles sighed softly, his eyes tired. "Do you regret it?"
This made Alessandra look at him again. She swallowed, shifted from foot to foot as she thought. She knew the answer, but that doesn't mean she was ready to say it out loud.
"Well, I don't regret it." The man confessed, coming back to Alessandra. " You called my attention from the moment I saw you there in that temple, from the moment you threw a spear back at my way with such strength, speed and dexterity that I never seen it before. I didn't think anyone could do the same as I could, I never thought that I would see a princess fight like you do… I wanted you for a long time, and even if I shouldn't, even though I knew it was crazy, I wanted you even when you were covered in blood of my companions. You are the most beautiful and strongest woman I have ever seen, and I never wished for anything as I desire you right now."
The woman's heart thundered, her stomach turned in a good way that she had never felt before. What was she doing? This was wrong, she shouldn't be there in the arms of an enemy, she shouldn't be like the other princesses who have fallen in love. Alessandra was born for battle, not for love… but there, she was his and he was hers.
"I also don't regret it." Alessandra confessed softly, almost afraid to tell the truth. But it was a relief when the words escaped her mouth, and it was as if a huge weight had come off her shoulders.
Achilles smiled. "I'm going to kiss you now, Warrior Princess."
"Don't delay, King of the Myrmidons, or else you may lose your chance."
He laughed and walked over, brought his hand to her neck and pulled her forward until their lips clashed timidly at first, but quickly turned into a fleeting toothy kiss, with their lips moving in synchrony and their tongues caressing each other provocatively. He tasted like danger... And it tasted good. Danger should never taste so well but Achilles was there to show that it was right.
They moved away, kept close with their foreheads pressed and their eyes closed trying to regulate their panting. Thunder's almost exasperated neighing ended the moment.
"I really should be going now." Alessandra whispered.
"Yes..." Achilles agreed. With one last kiss the blonde watched as she deftly mounted the horse again, sitting in the saddle and taking the reins with her hands.
"Come to me tomorrow."
"No."
"I will be waiting for you here." He spoke again.
With a roll of the princess's eyes and a small smile on her lips, she commanded Thunder to spin in his place and start walking, his pace quickly turning into a gallop. "I will be seeing you tomorrow, daughter of Troy." Achilles shouted.
She entered the city quietly, entered the royal stables and quickly put Thunder in his usual place. The stable boy was asleep next to a haystack, with his mouth open and Alessandra was careful not to make a noise so as not to wake him. The last thing she needed was to have people curious as to what the princess might be doing out there at such a late hour. She took the saddle and reins off the horse, rubbed his beautiful fur with a brush until it was shiny and gave him many kisses of thanks, which he sighed with satisfaction. "It's our little secret, boy."
Making sure he had water and food for the night, and closing the door behind her, silent and quick Alessandra entered the palace. The woman's body was deliciously sore, her neck was tight and her lips were swollen. She still seemed to feel his touch, the warmth of his hands all over her body... She shook her head and pushed her thoughts away.
When she entered her room, she came across the figure of her older sister lying on her bed sleeping, her hair matted by the pillow. The sound of the door closing awoke her, and she opened her blue eyes quickly. Looking at Alessandra's direction and finally realizing who it was, she smiled.
"When I told you to go, I didn't think you were going to take that long." Cassandra joked, getting up and sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes to try to ward off the sleepiness that still dominated her.
"And when you sent me away, I didn't expect this to happen." Alessandra confessed softly, locking the door.
Seeing the smallest smile her sister had, Cassandra smirked. "Was it good?"
"Cassandra!" The warrior princess exclaimed, being careful to keep her voice low as she unfastened the sword from her waist, and stretched herself. She quickly replaced her clothes with sleep robes. The moon was still in the sky and Alessandra could still get a good few hours of sleep before having to wake up for her real duties. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I was waiting for you, of course, I want all the details."
"Oh shut up, get over there." Alessandra shooed her sister off to make space, lifted the covers and lay down in the warmth of the bed. Cassandra lay down too, facing her sister while looking at her anguished face with curiosity.
"What's wrong?"
"He wants to see me again."
"What is the problem with that?"
"I don't know if I should go, this is a bad idea. I know and you know that too, I can't go. What happened shouldn't have happened, but as much as I try to say that I regret it, the truth is that I don't."
"Oh, little sister..." Cassandra sighed, pressing a thin finger in the space between the other woman's dark eyebrows, easing her frown. "Tell me, how was it?"
Alessandra muttered under her breath: "Good."
"Good?"
"Very good…"
This caused the corner of Cassandra's mouth to lift in an almost smile. She suppressed it however, knowing that Alessandra would not like it and would not miss an opportunity to throw her out of the bed. "Did you feel good when you were with him? Did you feel loved and appreciated? "
"Yes." She reluctantly confessed.
"Then you should go." Cassandra said simply.
The Blessed of Ares frowned again, confused. "That wasn't quite what I expected you to say."
"And why wouldn't I tell you to do something that seems to have done you so well?" Cassandra asked passionately. She sat on the bed and forced her sister to do the same, facing each other, both with seriousness on the face of similar features, blue eyes facing reddish-brown eyes. "Alessandra, I love you deeply and you know that. You're my sister, how could I not love you with everything I have? There is nothing I want more than to see you happy, but instead I see you more and more buried in battle and buried with the weight of trying to keep our family and our people safe. This is not healthy and should not be demanded of you and Hector when the actions of Paris caused this. We can die at any moment, nothing is taken for granted. Our father doesn't love us as much as he loves Paris, even though you and Hector are ready to die for Troy, and as much as I love you, you need another kind of love in your life. Go, enjoy it while you can with a man who gives you what you need, be it a son of Troy or a Greek. Let yourself be selfish for a moment, you've given up a lot for our country."
Was she right? One night was good enough, wasn't it? No, Alessandra thought, one night will never be enough. "No one can know... not father, not Hector or Paris, no one." She exclaimed.
"Only you and I know, and this secret will remain between us." Cassandra promised, and she had no intention of breaking that promise. "Now, tell me everything."
And in the midst of whispers the night passed, until they fell asleep and woke up with Apollo's sun shining. The day passed quickly, with the weight of war and what was approaching in the air, but Alessandra had certain memories to distract her from the burden that was the life of a princess and a warrior.
That night, after the family and Helen of Sparta (yes, Sparta because as much as her father and brother begged Alessandra would never consider her a daughter of Troy) they said goodbye for the night, Cassandra helped her younger sister to discreetly leave the castle and promised to cover her.
She set up Thunder when Cassandra distracted the stable boy, and as quietly as possible she left the city, and headed for that special place. Achilles was waiting for her with a malicious smile on his lips.
"I knew you would come." He said, helping her off the horse before quickly capturing her lips and removing her clothes.
It would be there that they would spend the next nights, wrapped in each other's arms, demonstrating their passion.
"Send Briseis home, please." Alessandra said, lying next to the man with her head on his chest and legs intertwined. They had a thin blanket covering her bodies from the cold of the night (brought by Achilles), and now they rested after a long love session, with the blond man playing with her long dark hair and the woman's thin fingers drawing shapes on his bare skin.
Achilles hummed, his chest rising and falling deeply. "This could break poor Patroclus' heart. They are in love." Seeing Alessandra's empty expression, he sighed. "I will ask, however, whether she wants to return or not."
Alessandra hummed appreciatively, her mind racing. She missed Briseis, and as much as Achilles might say that she was happy and safe, Alessandra had to be sure and see it with her own eyes... In Troy preferably.
Achilles pulled her into a tender kiss, her lips were soft against his and they tasted just as well, like blackberries and strawberries. The princess's features were smooth and beautifully sculpted, as if she had been drawn by the hands of the gods.
"Have you thought about leaving? Taking your things, calling your men, getting on your ship and just going home? " She questioned, breaking the silence that surrounded them. She had asked him a similar question that night, the night they slept together for the first time, and the answer he had given her still confused her.
"Yes, many times."
"Then why don't you go?"
"Would you depart from Troy?" He questioned only to receive silence in return. As much as she sometimes wished, however upset and tired she might be, Alessandra was not sure if she could ever abandon her home, her people, her older brother and sister, her sister-in-law and nephew. "My destiny is here. When I left Larissa, I knew I would not be returning. "
"How can you know that?" She asked, confused.
"My mother is special, she knows things... Things that nobody should know."
"My sister Cassandra is like that too, she predicts things that happen but nobody seems to believe her, just me. She says she was cursed."
"By whom?" Achilles asked curiously, kissing the top of her head.
"By Apollo, she says that he gave her this gift but that he cursed her so that no one would believe her. When we were children Cassandra said that one day Paris would bring the disaster of Troy and that we should do something to stop it... it reached my father's ears and he gave her such a beating that day that she never spoke those words again in fear of him. However, seeing what is happening now, she was right and yet no one ever believed."
"A daughter cursed by one god, and a daughter blessed by another... Maybe only you believe it because Ares has allowed you." Achilles said provocatively when saying the name of the god of war that everyone mentioned when talking about the princess of Troy.
"You do not believe." She said surprised.
"Of course I do." He retaliated, but the smile on his lips said otherwise.
Alessandra raised an eyebrow, wrapped her legs around the man's waist, rotated them until she was sitting on his waist and tapped his strong stomach with the palm of her hand, putting a silver dagger to his throat. "Well you will find out, Achilles of Greece, that I was blessed the night I was born and the god has appeared to advise me ever since."
"What does he have to say about us, then?"
"That I should kill you, here and now."
"And what are you waiting for? Do it."
"I don't feel like having to clean myself of your blood afterwards." She shrugged with a toothy smile.
"I don't think you're brave enough." He whispered, enjoying the angry look in her auburn eyes.
"Do not tease me." She pressed the dagger harder and a small piece of skin broke under the sharp blade, leaving a small drop of blood to run down his throat. Alessandra approached and licked it, feeling the metallic taste on her tongue, then kissed the cut for a long time and bit the man's earlobe provocatively, making him sigh with desire with his now hard member under her.
"I don't think you want to kill me."
"And why not?" She asked.
He smiled. "You like me too much for that."
And he turned her around abruptly, making her release the dagger and sigh when she was now below, with her back on the floor and Achilles' large, hot body covering her completely. He lifted her robes leaving her long, shapely legs bare, kissing her and quickly introducing himself inside her.
Alessandra groaned, Achilles grunted, and there they again demonstrated their love and passion that night. This happiness that they felt in each other's arms would be short lived, however, as something terrible was about to happen.